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I was thinking about how God becoming man is crazy...in both the sense of crazy cool, and the sense that it's just crazy and hard to believe. And I was thinking about the idea, I think it's from Ricky Bobby (haven't seen the film), that a lot of times we confine Jesus to a manger because everybody likes a cute baby, babies aren't confrontational. And so I pushed into that space with this poem; it seems depressing to me, so I don't really like it, but at the same time it's an honest prayer of confession, belief, and unbelief.